Dead Men's Path. Pregnant woman's POV

*Author’s Note- This is a short story we were suppose to read called, “Dead Men’s Path.” The original point of view of this story is Michael Obi: an ignorant and egocentric man, who blocked a path of the supernatural. This new point of view is of the woman who died giving child birth in the middle of the story.*


I could see through my bedroom window as Obi, the new headmaster of the village school compound blocked the path that our ancestors and our unborn children travel. Fear coursed through my body as realization hit, I might not have my new born child after all. Sadness rained over me as walked out of the house to pray before he began the construction.

I walked through the path, resting my hands on my swallow stomach. I stopped once I reached my mother’s grave and knelt down folding my hands together. I whispered her favorite prayer then began talking to her. We had a find conversation about my soon to be baby and how my life will change in just two days! My mother can see the future now and it is kind of freaking me out because of her confidence. Her insanity must have stayed with her as she passed on.

Walking home, I notice they already had half the fence down, pain hit as I passed through it. How could this man truly be this ignorant about our beliefs? Walking home was very sad, many villagers weep into their husbands shoulder as the final part of the gate was stable, blocking our path to our deceits families.
I went to bed that night wondering what my child will be like and how they will be like my husband and myself. When I rolled over on my side, two strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me into a rock hard body. I giggled like a school girls and turned towards my handsome husband. I could still see his ocean blue eyes glistening down on me.

“You’re going to make a great mother.” He mumbled in my hair and drifted off to sleep.

I slept most the day, my neighbor woke me at three in the afternoon, wondering why I haven’t came over to visit.

“Can’t wait, can you?” she asked placing a cup of tea in my hands. I smiled and nodded. “I remember when Olgi was born. She was a heavy little girl, that’s for sure.”

“Well both my husband and I were pretty small when we were born.” I said smiling.
Suddenly a sharp pain struck into my stomach. I dropped my tea cup vaguely hearing it shatter. Shamari stood to her feet in seconds. “Oh your baby is coming! What a joy!” I tried to smile, but I knew deep down, something was wrong.

I was in labor for 15 hours, I was exhausted, and in horrible pain. My husband was by my side the whole time. This was my first child and I hadn’t a clue how us three would survive.

“You’re doing great Hun, keep going.” Amil announced.

I glared over at him, “You did this to me!” I growled.

He took it in silence until he saw the baby crowing. I pushed harder and finally I felt the pain disappear and my energy.

I sunk back onto the pillow, grateful the pain was gone. My eyes were closing as people rushed around the room. I heard only parts of the conversation. “What’s wrong with her…”

“…It’s a boy”

“He’s a still born…”

“Save my wife!”

It took all my efforts to turn my head towards my miserable looking husband as he held me hand. “You’re going to be okay!” he cried into my hand. I didn’t have the energy to speak, I stared at my broken husband.
“Omisi” I mumbled the name of my dead baby and shut my eyes for a final time, it was blissful; for the first time in my life, something that was supposed to happen.